i love the smell of spreadsheets in the morning…
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i love the smell of spreadsheets in the morning…
i love the smell of spreadsheets in the morning…
after a weekend diet from sns, i’ve plugged into the matrix… i’ve missed so much & yet i’ve missed so little…
// spent the day in the garden until the rain ceased garden work… attended a going away party (far too many people are moving away)…
oh, insomnia, thanks for putting the recent issue of the american poetry review in my mailbox today-gives me something to read at 1am…
// she says, ‘most people don’t want to think & when you challenge their ideas they take it personally.’ i say, ‘what does that make me?’
// ambiance, automation & emergence (http://www.readwriteweb.com/archives/three_models_of_value_in_the_real_time_web.php)… discuss…
// i’d rather be reading hafiz; ‘we should make all spiritual talk simple today’ (http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780143037811-0)
// at lunch, coworker says i’m anti-everything… i’m not anti-everything, i’m just not a lemming… & i need to work on my people skills…
it’s raining… pouring, actually… really pouring… with thunder & lightning…
did i mention the waitress at fiddlin pig did not call me ‘honey’ or ‘darlin?’ today she called me ‘baby…’ yes, i’ll have another coke…
a line from pound comes to mind, ‘you ought rather to rule than serve…’ in context it has many meanings… i’m still unpacking them…
coworker just dropped off a stack of books by cynthia rylant for the kidlingers… the illustrations are great…
is it possible to have meaningful, lasting friendships with coworkers…
// was asked this weekend if i still blog: yes, no, blogging is so 2004… blogging is not publishing, publishing is not blogging…
It is a good rule after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between.
C.S. Lewis
// just returned from the BMCM+AC poetry reading wordfest event… two hours until the next reading at jubilee…
// drunk on sufi poetry from the reading/performance by Thomas Rain Crowe & Coleman Barks… the hangover should be delicious…
// so when the asheville police showed up at the bobo gallery, i told j- d- ‘now this is what i call a poetry reading’ …
According to ABC, for 395 newspapers reporting this spring, daily circulation fell 7% to 34,439,713 copies, compared with the same March period in 2008.
// you’re a coworker, not my friend. happy friday…